When Spring Tales’s tail tweaked out, Snapshot’s brow subtly rose. [i]Didn’t realize this form was such a knockout. I’d better play clueless, for now,[/i] he thought as he shuffled his wings and revealed the slim pair of saddlebags hidden beneath them. Settin Stone made small noises and mutterings about, ‘thanks,’ and, ‘gratitude,’ as the two ponies left him. The rest of the office floor was relatively plain, after the dim haze that hung over Stone’s decorated office. Snapshot only noticed the blandness of the carpet floor and generic wallpaper as a result of the fact. The only object worth mention, beyond the nameplates by the many doors of the hallway was an overturned jug of water on a stand with a spigot attached to it. It was a bizarre way to store water, as far as Snapshot was concerned, but it was a drop in the bucket of pony confusion that not even the hivemind seemed eager to alleviate. He decided best to hide said confusion and focus on another matter. “What was that thing your, uh…tail did?” Snapshot asked as he closed the door to Stone’s office.